I cannot imagine what that must be like (both receiving 100 comments and that 10% of them are brutal). If you receive 100 comments; then you must receive thousands of stars, every night.

Maybe there could be some escape sanctuary tropical island, no teaCrazies allowed?

I absolutely hated being pregnant. From morning sickness to a crapped out back, sciatica and a damn C-section. Even worse was no one told me about the post partum depression that would follow. My god I don’t know how I made it out alive. I refused to do it again. 17 years later I stuck to my word.

I know we don’t chat much but I enjoy your comments and will miss seeing you around as much. Enjoy it!

I can’t sing. I can’t dance or move gracefully. I can barely play one musical instrument. I never had any delusions about doing theater. But I love watching it. Live musical theater is just transporting — takes you completely to a different mind.

You are loved here. Loved.

I’m glad you had fun tonight. I must only be following along on the “good” nights because I always see you getting such positive responses. You draw people out and often give voice to sentiments that people are wary of sharing. And you do it with aplomb and sensitivity. I think that you have brought a lot of lurkers…

If the basis of the suit is heavy eye makeup - what if Catwoman litigates the anchor?

#1 tricked me into having more because he slept through at 6 weeks. # 2, 6 months. #3....2 fucking years. He is 6 now and still wakes up, comes to wake me up to tell me he’s getting some water. When he is a sleep all day teen, I will remember this. I have plans.

Awesome. :)

I saw Anything Goes at a matinee a few years ago. There were lots of school-age kids there—at least 150. After watching the show (video excerpt below), there must have been at least one student who decided, “I know what I’m doing with my life now!”

I was that colicky baby. If I’d been born first, my older sister would not have existed.

I’m okay. It was just the momentary shock of going from the peak to the nadir so quickly. It made me a little queasy. Also, don’t go.

Made a burner just to comment on this. THANK YOU. Your honesty means a lot to me, a woman who does not want to have children. I feel like not only is it patriarchal expectations of women that equal no one willing to believe me that I don’t want kids, but I feel like some women take offense almost, as if I am…

But they all have overly-done eyelashes and eyeliner.

My son didn’t reliably sleep through the night until he was over a year old. I wanted to punch people who bragged about their kid sleeping through the night at six weeks or three months or whatever. And we did everything we were supposed to. His pediatrician assured us that he’d sleep through eventually.

Me in my first pregnancy:

I am equal parts happy (YES THE NAME GLORY IS MINE) and unhappy (what will I do without you here?)

Um, WITCH. How can you be certain?

How do you feel about CumberbahHumbug? (I’m feeling insecure about having glory yanked from my grasp. someone please hold me)